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“Blue Hill Stone Barns”
| Occasion: | Cuisine: | Area: | Cost: | Rating: |
| Night Out | New American | Upper West Side | Break the Bank | Good |
Moments later, a tall French man with piercing cold eyes came out and told me the chef wanted to speak with me in a tone that was not unlike a school teacher to a seven year old who is wanted in the principal’s office. I know Dan from the business, and I was hoping he was going to tell me it was all a mistake. I left Steven out on the patio (we did ask if we could eat out there in shorts but we were informed quite succinctly that the answer was “No”), and I was whisked back to see Dan, who cooks in a wide brimmed straw farmers hat, I suppose to keep the organic earth theme going (the man looks good in straw, indeed, but is that a fire hazard?). Dan apologized about the dress code, and told me that he had some pants Steven could wear. We went to his office, where he pulled out some pin-stripped Banana Republic trousers from a bottom desk drawer. (I guess the hostess couldn’t find any pants so this was our only option.) They were sort of dirty, with mud on the cuffs and stains on the legs. “You want him to wear these?” I asked. “Yes, or he can wear my jeans,” he said as he pulled them out from the same drawer. Ah the life of a chef, pants stuffed in desk drawers, “I have had these since 9th grade,” he said, and seemed to get misty eyed. I decided on the dirty pinstriped pants and brought them out to Steven who was working his was through his second Martini on the patio. < ... [more, click below]
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